So last night during the Pacers game I saw this Ray Liotta/ 1800 commercial and it reminded me how afraid of Ray Liotta I am. Look at this commercial. No doubt in my mind Ray was on his way to brutally murder someone and decided to rip a couple tequilla shots in the middle of a traffic jam. When that poor elderly bartender pulled the shitty stuff out, I said to myself, "Well, he's dead."
Also it appears Ray's in Mexico. An American only goes to Mexico by himself for 3 reasons. 1) He's buying drugs, 2) He's committing a drug-related murder, or 3) to watch a woman lose more than her dignity to a donkey.
PS- Just kidding Ray, I loved you in Revolver. Please don't murder me.
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